Driving along I90 heading West I couldn’t help notice some trees on Pipestone Pass that seemed to have been growing out of a rock. One of them became heavy with snow and had fallen over. In that instant it looked to me like the other tree bent over and wept in despair at how it’s friend of probably 30 years had fallen. OK. It was actually the wind; but at that moment I felt despair … for the tree sure … but mostly for someone that had fallen in my own life.